my feast comes from the soil

It was New Years Eve, it was stinking hot. The refreshing Sangria slide down our throats, one glass after another.

The roast lamb was succulent, a treat to celebrate the new year.

The real hero was the mixed veg that I grew and roasted. The sweetest of carrots, onions and leek, perfect roasted potato and garlic bringing it all together.

The simplest of culinary pleasures are often the most enjoyable.

I hope this is a good year for everyone.

Peace.